(1970 March 8)
I ordered a rural mail box to be put up as soon as frost is out of ground. Joe Rusinski will do it.
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Polly Kay (1904-1997) vividly and with humor describes her life in Richland Center, Wisconsin, in excerpts from letters to her son Skip written after 1949, including her 5 last years in an old folks' home.
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- A lifelong Wisconsinite, Carolyn Parsons (1904-1997)got a B.A. in English at Ripon College, taught high school, and in 1930 married Lorin L. Kay, a lawyer first in Milwaukee and from 1938 on in Richland Center (he died in 1970). Their children: Mary Margaret and Richard/Skip, editor of this blog.
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No clue as to the original language. If that were evident, perhaps it would be possible to perform a computerized translation, though I cannot figure out how that might be done. Still it's nice to know some lurker cares enough to comment, however occultly.
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